A few weeks ago my mom came to visit me for Easter. She hadn’t been to New York City in almost 10 years and really wanted to go, so after giving her a little taste of downtown Hartford (lunch at Max Bibo’s and stroll down Pratt Street), we said goodbye to the Nutmeg State and headed for the Big Apple.
Once we were there I found myself at a bit of a loss in how to entertain my mother for three days. My friend Julie – who you met before last year – suggested we hit up the New York Botanical Garden’s orchid show, which was closing out its last weekend. My mom was a little skeptical. She said she had been to the United States Botanic Garden in DC and a few others, and had never been impressed. But she changed her tune once we stepped into the conservatory.